Week 5 Review

Hi all,

I hope you’re busy working on your competition entries. I’m very much looking forward to reading them.

Although your in-class study has ended it’s great to see some schools continuing to develop their understanding and responses to poems studied.

Hanover  produced this stunning visual response to the poem “In Flanders Fields“… (click on the images to enlarge)

It was a week of experimentation as many of you tried blackout poetry.

Suad from Grafton clearly selected carefully to create this cohesive poem:

aching eyes
to you from failing hands we throw the torch,
reaching landings and turning corners.
The night darkening and the storm fast descending,
yet nothing can move!

Scarlet from Rotherfield made interesting selections to and weaved them together using well-judged line breaks:

Water
By the schoolyard ,a day in
June
And all the children
Laughed in the summer heat.
They head,
Shaming laughter
But what they saw was only
, far distant forests,
In Flander field
We lived,
In Flander field
We shall not sleep
In Flander field
No crystals
No carpet
And
No light
Its kinder hard
Life for me
A tyrant spell bound me
I cannot go
Beyond

While Jorden from Rotherfield changed the tone of the original poems through his selections in order to make it comic:

a red wheel barrow
saw a dancing bear
they watched it march they watched it halt.
“Now roly – poly somersault!”

Conversely, Angel from Rotherfield selected extracts to create a mysterious tone with the intention of making the reader want to know more:

rain water
by the schoolyard,
whistle-pipe, and played a tune.
Its head
summer heat.
they heard the
bear with burning coat of fur,
they paid a penny
aching eyes,
the poppies blow
mark our place;
the guns are dead.
short days sunset glow,
loved ones were loved,
the torch;
hold it
though
boards torn up,
all the time
and reachin’ landin’s
set down
still climin’
crystal spell
cannot.
bending
i cannot go.
cannot go.

Ema from Pakeman used the Bronte poem’s refrain to structure their own vivid poem:

The turquoise sea is swaying round me,
The warm wind is gently blowing,
But an exotic spell binds me,
And I desperately don’t want to go.

The tropical emerald green trees are swaying gently,
The delicate golden sand,
The scorching sun is shining down brightly
And I desperately don’t want to go.

Heaven beyond heaven looks down on me
Paradise beyond paradise holds me below,
Nothing can prevent me from seeing the sea
And so I cannot go.

While Sevgi from Pakeman found inspiration to write two poems. She appeals to our senses in her final stanza:

The trees swiftly swayed,
The sapphire blue sea looked wonderful,
The trees were blinded with colourful leaves,
The sun quickly entered the emerald sky,
I can go, can go.

The mysterious, serious sea
It had a black deep hole,
The fishes swam but couldn’t find the key.
I can go, can go.

Monkeys munching,
Parrots squawking,
Bears crunching,
I can go, can go.

Hope the preparation for the competition is going well. Try your best and create something your proud of.

Week 4 Review

Dear all,

Thank you for your responses to Langston Hughes. It seemed to be a poem that many of you enjoyed. Sila from Grafton explains her enjoyment in an interesting way:

i like this weeks poem it is really getting my brain working a lot

Some of the many highlights this week included:

Many of you were able to draw links between this poem and other poems or works you’ve studied. Nutaya from Rotherfield made this insightful observation linking “Mother to Son” with “In Flanders Fields”:

This poem is a inspirational poem for people with a Caribbean heritage. I think that this poem was created by a Jamaican woman who was treated badly and was telling her son what he might face in the future . This poem is like Flanders fields ,the author takes what was a big problem and creates a poem for future people to read

While Jack from Rotherfield linked the poem with a song:

I like this poem because it reminds me about black history and a song a change is gone a come by Sam Cook….

You can see the song below. How is it similar or different from Langston Hughes’ poem?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOYuhLNwh3A

A number of Grafton pupils experimented with similes based on the concept “Life is like…”. Lee from Grafton created an enigmatic simile

life is like a piece of string you never know when it will end.

While Rodney from Grafton, like Hughes, focuses on the choices life provides:

Life is like chess there is always dilemma.

While Anoushka from Grafton, like many other students, takes an initial simile and starts to extend it:

I absolutely loved the new poem so I made some of my own little phrases based on poem.
life is like a maze that always has a way out so never be afraid of what lies ahead
Life is like a puzzle there is always a missing piece

Clay from Pakeman (?) extends his writing further and uses line breaks and a range of vocabulary to capture the variety of life:

Life is Hard

Life is like the sky
Blueberry rain,
Cyan colour,
Marshmallow clouds,
Bees flying,
Scrumptious picnics,
Sparkly snow,
Fire in the house,
Smoke coming from chimneys,
That’s bad for our world,
The world cries,
That’s why the rain comes,
Right now someone dies,
Right now someone is born,
My life is easy,
My life is hard,
Its in the middle,
I’m sorry for my friend,
I wonder when he comes back,
He’s the best,
Come back,
Make my life shine

Charmaine Medina from Pakeman also extends her simile throughout her poem and uses questions at the end to involve the reader:

The Book Of Life

Life is like a book
The beginning of your story
Where all your dreams come true
Each page is a new light
Imagination heaven
New myths created
Page by page
Emotion and adventures
New characters enter your life
Relationships being built
Additions being added
Fairy tale worlds being seen
Long journeys across seas
Seeing goblins and witches
Running along
Singing a curseful song
Thinking what could go wrong
Coming to the end
Say goodbye to my friends
What happens next?
Happily ever after?
Or death?

As you know Hughes’ poem is powerful in part because of his creation of a speaker for his poem; the mother. Ruby and Perdie from Gillespie also create a voice to speak their poem. Which word in the final line tells us the most about their speaker?

Life ain’t no fairytale
There ain’t always a happy ending
The bad guys aren’t always punished
They sometimes come out on top
Wishes aren’t always granted and…
Dreams don’t always come true.
But I’m still here, reading
Hanging on to every chapter
Even though life for me ain’t been no fairytale

As always we had some helpful feedback from one pupil to another. Look at how Selma from Gillespie encourages Mily but also explains clearly what she enjoys:

great poem mily you put lots of effort into it, also you put lots of thought to it i loved it my favorite part was when you wrote
life is like a flower its very delicate but never lasts forever.keep up the hard work mily i think this poem was fantastic.

Within the Your Poems section we saw some of you experimenting with your own themes and style. This is encouraging and good preparation for the competition which will start soon. Caitlin from Duncombe was inspired by Diwali and uses the contrast between dark and light brilliantly.

Decorating the streets with colour and light.
In streets of India we pray for more laughter,joy and happiness.
Windows filled with beautiful detailed designs.
Awaiting for midnight to watch the coloured fireworks pop in the dark sky.
Lanterns fill the glimmering sky while lamps light up the houses.
I love Diwali!

While Arkan Aqill Gillespie, a regular poster on the blog, share this exploration of a desperate tone:

The World.
By Arkan Aqiil

I feel lost in such a large world.
What would I do if I stood alone?
I had once thought it would soon end.
I start to isolate myself from everyone around.
I feel as I am getting sick.
It’s not just you who plays.
I know it’s just a trick.
Many of which still stays.
There’s a hole where my heart should be.
I know I am slowly to fade away.
Even with my eyes, I still can’t see.
I know that now, I cannot stay.
I must move.
I have to run.
I cannot stop.
This is good-bye

While Nahema from Pakeman shared this vivid poem appealing to our senses:

Paradise

The crystal blue waves crashing softly,
A gentle breeze awakening me,
The angelic sun hypnotises me,
And I cannot go.

Palm trees sway with the wind,
Taking me to Paradise,
I am so happy I grinned
With a slice of delight.

Clouds up in the sky,
Fish jumping so elegantly,
But I wonder why
This emerald army is so high.

Thank you ALL for a super week. I hope you’re very proud of yourself. Enjoy Bronte and get ready for the launch of the competition.

 

Week 3 Review

Dear all,

Thank you for your thoughts and poetry inspired by John McCrae‘s “In Flanders Fields“.

Some of this week’s highlights include:

Many of you considered how the poem made you feel. Martin M from Rotherfield provided this reflective account:

Flanders fields makes me feel melancholy and confused because I do not like people or soldiers who saved us in the war die. Also I did not understand the poem at first but when we studied it I understood it very well.

while Martin V from Rotherfield realised a poem could create two opposing feelings in readers at once and used quotes to support his point:

In flanders fields I felt really disgusted, also really greatful because they saved our country and we all have freedom.I feel disgusted because lots of people died and makes me realize that lots of families are extremely depressed!!!The sentence what made me fell disgusted was: ‘In flanders fields poppies blow between the crosses,row on row’

Aicha from Rotherfield realised the poem made them pause and how it still seemed relevant today:

Flanders fields make me feel depressed.

It made me realize that all these people gave their lives for us, to make sure we were safe and not threatened. It gave me shivers and it just stopped me. It made me really think.

It made me think about family and about their family. I wondered about how their families felt. I guess it’s kind of hard to think that all these people died and not just 10 people but thousands and thousands of people.

I like this poem because it makes me feel proud. Proud of the people who fought for our rights. I say thank you.

Maya and Muwahip of Ambler responded to the dead and reassured them through the following stanza:

We shall remember you,
we have held up the torch
We know that you were dead days ago

But, we held up to make you have faith in us,
You have done more than we did
and we have to make that change.

Look at how Leticia and Suhayb from Ambler use details from the original poem to inform their own response:

In Flanders Fields,
Where the poppies grow,
And the Dead lie,
The poppies shall be worn,
To remember you by,
For we have caught your torch,
And will carry it bravely, wherever we go,

Francis from Hanover adopts a determined tone in response to the Dead:

We’ll never surrender,
We’ll take your place
In the fight
We’ll make you worth dying for
In the night in Flanders Fields
We’ll flatten them , wipe them out
Until they shout the two words no one wants to say
In Flanders Fields hip hip hooray!

Nathan H from Hanover was inspired to create a complete poem in response:

Crosses fill the Flanders Fields,
And Larks are in the air.
We will remember you,
No matter what.
We’ll just try annd make it fair . . .

The ammo flies,
But the Larks wont die,
Just soldiers are gone,
The angels all cry.

How many more dreadful years are to come?
It doesn’t matter, nothing matters,
We’ll make your passing meaningfull.
And never, EVER run!

We died for you,
Now we cry for you.
Now, there’s a hole in my life . . .

As we’ve highlighted before it’s helpful when we get feedback from others. Look at this example from Kathryn from Hanover to Nathan which highlights what she thinks works well:

Nate, this is a really lovely thoughtful response. I particularly like how you included rhyme without making the rhyming silly. I look forward to seeing more of your poetry.

Reece from Duncombe showed you can capture a feeling (desperation?) in only 4 lines and look at his memorable title:

The essence of fear

In the muddy trenches people
stare hopelessly at their friends
and think when will I die
amongst the poppy’s on Flanders field.

while Fidel from Duncombe provides a sense of mystery:

Poppies in Flanders Field

As the poppies grow
the larks still bravely sings
against the mark in the sky

Finally Baris and Karya from Rotherfield leave us with this question:

In Flanders Fields
This poem is very emotional and depressing, due to the fact that large amounts of innocent people died. If this war didn’t occur poppy’s wouldn’t have been such a ‘well known’ flower.How would you feel if all of your loved ones died?

Thank you all for your hard work so far. We look forward to reading your responses to and poetry inspired by Langston Hughes.

 

Week 2 Review

Dear all,

Thank you once again for your hard work last week. I’m glad you enjoyed Causley’s poem “My Mother saw a Dancing Bear”. It seemed to stir up strong feelings. There were some fantastic poems shared last week. Some special mentions to:

Selma (Remember to name your school in your posts) captured the tone of the Causley poem with her own ending:

They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was desperate sadness
With grey eyes like a hurricane in motion
And a pool of mournful melancholy

Henry Brett uses alliteration to enforce the sorrowful tone of the poem in his third line:

They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a depresses scared
bear with bloodshot eyes
Starving to death begging for some food

Marcel of Duncombe showed creativity by considering what would happen if we changed the voice of the poem and ended with a first person speaker:

I am so
frustrated
and I so cold

(bears feelings first person)

Ella of Gillespie led the debate on the issue of using bears for entertainment. Look at how she develops her argument in detail:

I’m against such an idea of training bears as it is not like training a dog or cat as they are bred by humans. Bears are naturally scared of humans and when I went to Canada a girl I met was chased by a bear because it was brought up near humans so it wasn’t afraid of them and it usually would run away so it would have been a bad idea to train it and it would be capable of more power. It is also unfair on the bear as it could not run away because it wouldn’t know how to feed itself and take care of himself. You may think that it looked like it was enjoying itself but it was just being trained to do that and I strongly disagree.

Sometimes we don’t have answers but further questions. It’s encouraging to see Mustafa still considering:

I want to ask you a question : why do you think the author wrote the poem as a story first?

Can you answer his question?

I hope you enjoy “In Flanders Fields”. You’ve got 2 more poems after Week 3 and then you’ll work on your own entry for the poetry competition. Could you be the next FutureZone Poet Laureate?

Check out the previous winners and see what techniques they used to be successful. Toby Kaye  reviewed last year’s winner Aaina Siddique from Duncombe School and commented:

“Their eyes met” was really nice because you used one syllable for each line.

Keep up the hard work.

Michael.

 

 

Poetry Course Review Week 1

What a great start to the first  week. Thank you for sharing your ideas so far.

Some special mentions:

A big thank you to Duncombe for being our first school to share and post work on the blog. Duncombe shared a range of poems based on William Carlos William’s poem. Some of my favourites include:

The train the city and the ocean by Kemy. Look at how Kemy uses contrasting images.

So much depends
upon
rushing sparking speeding
trains
filled with busy
passengers
beside the car loaded
city
near the clear sparkling
ocean

 

We also had this wonderful efforts from Megan and Tommy from Rotherfield:

Space!!

So much depends
upon
the glistening stars
leading
us through the
night
besides the white
moon

and this from Libby from Rotherfield. Look at her use of line breaks… I think William Carlos Williams would approve.

So much
So much depends
upon
a dull wooden
chair
carefully carved with a
knife
besides the table
set

An important part of our course is taking the time to read and comment upon others work. A big thank you to all of you who have done this. An example of useful feedback is:

Imdad Ahmed who comments on another pupils work: ” I like the way you used good adjectives”. See how Imdad is clear what he thinks is good about the work “adjectives”. Perhaps Imdad could identify adjectives he likes next time.

Finally, thank you for your comments on the poem itself. Look at this response by Xanthe….

I think it has slightly changed my understanding of poetry. I really liked how it made me think about small things that we don’t really think about their jobs. It’s made me think more about what very small things can do for us.

Again they explain their point in detail. I’d agree William Carlos Williams’ intention is to make us think about the small details.

Thank you ALL for your hard work so far. Keep it up and keep sharing and you might feature on next week’s review.

The Course

Welcome to the sixth FutureZone Poetry Course.

You will be studying a poem a week for 5 weeks in class and sharing your ideas and thoughts on this blog with one another.

At the end of the course you will be able to enter a poetry competition. Every pupil who enters will have their work published.

Each school will have its own Poet of the Year while one student will become the FutureZone poet Laureate of the Year.

Click on the Poet Laureate tab to see previous winners.